Wednesday, 12 March 2008

A message

Days were so joyous and free
Of walks together for you and me;
Of moments spent in nature’s green
By leisurely laid a lake so serene.

We would play an endless game
That you would ask, “Dad, tell its name”;
I would tell some, but mostly missed
Softly holding your palms so sweet.

Some unknown tunes that birds would sing
The sky would hold spread a gleeful wing;
And, that would let our souls be true
In a dainty milieu of love to brew.

Hidden in time are the seeds of life,
And, its desire and strife,
For to sustain where the world is hard;
We learn to fail with entreaties unheard.

My boy, mind not what time says you to lose
Rue not for what life tells you to choose;
Let only the soul carry the truth divine
For the sojourn to leave an imprint benign.


  1. a sweet poem
    with delicate touchings of
    teaching and love.
    Nice to see poems from you saibal!!
    thank you

  2. What a powerful message to the son. Very well done.

    Hope to get to read more poetry here. :)

  3. lovely poignant have crafted it beautifully!

  4. In English, August there is a character who describes a ghazal about a nose bead falling from a lady's nath. Your poem has the same aji: Japanese for flavour. It is sad, haunting and mellifluous but somewhere perks up the mind.
    Good work, sir.

  5. Didnt know about the poetic genious in you delicately portrays...what I always wanted to write (for my father) and always would want to write (for my son).

    Thanks again....

    you have chosen the blogtitle most aptly Saibal



For years they have been there--stoically oblivious To the world slipping out of time--caged in the dungeon of Down-shelves in my library...